In my data (balanced for population and kink-correlated stuff to help counter selection bias), roughly 1/5 women have interest in rapeplay, 1/3 in some type of nonconsent, and 1/2 in bondage. Kinky sub women are a substantial minority, not a majority.

now that it seems there is clear evidence worst boyfriend ever is a serial rapist / sexual assaulter I hope some victims can join together and get him locked up

WBE is a self admitted repeated no jokes very proud of it rapist ! he's a very good writer and also clearly a complete sociopath and i really do not understand why anyone sane who cares about their community or their friends would let him anywhere near their social spaces 👍

share tips bro

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Let me give you a basic education on Islam. I will not insult you, despite you not only eating pork, drinking alcohol, and committing takfir on thousands on your stream, but also demanding that Allah send me and my Duel colleagues to burn in Hell for eternity. This is not Islam. You can take a page out of Christ's book and be better than this. You argue that zero edge gambling (which only Duel provides) is haram because gambling is haram. By your logic, all forms of investing would also be haram. Investing in stocks, trading, buying property, or investing in people's businesses. At face value this could not be true, so let's actually examine the scriptures you failed to ever read. First is the principle of Mutual Consent (4:29 in the Quran), which states "Do not consume one another's wealth for nothing, but let there be trade by mutual consent." Zero edge gambling is a trade being made entirely with mutual consent for both parties. "Gain goes with liability for loss" (al-ghunm bi-l-ghurm, Majallah art. 87) is the clear provision proving that taking risks is absolutely allowed in the Quran. It is through this underlying principle that Muslims are able to invest and take risk. What is not permitted is taking destructive risk, like gambling at casinos other than Duel, which have a house edge and thus a negative expected value on your money. This is widely accepted by scholars. Without accepting this provision, you are calling every Islamic stock investor a kaffir. Every Islamic entrepreneur a kaffir. We both know that risk does not equal haram. "No harm, and no reciprocating harm" (Ibn Mājah 2341). "Matters are judged by their aims" (Majallah art. 2; Bukhārī 1) are further principles from the Prophet outlining that when entertainment and recreation arise from the activity, the harms the laws guard against simply never arise. Recreation is Sunnah, and harm is the test. You wouldn't know this, but the Prophet raced young Aisha and let her watch the Abyssinians play in the mosque, as a form of entertainment and recreation. That was considered value to him. I could get into several further scriptures and examples, such as the Hanafis already allowing two sided race bets once a third rider with 0 stakes is added (very similar to what Duel already provides with the audit server system), but it's been well accepted by any reasonable Islamic scholar taking a full assessment of the situation that zero edge gambling, and only zero edge specifically, as is available on Duel, is completely halal. To explain it more simply so that someone of your caliber can understand: the Quran banned gambling as a practice because it bred hatred and ate wealth for nothing. A risk-taking activity without the expected downside, zero house edge, with mutual consent, fairly capped at 50/50, and purchased for enjoyment (thus making the expected value positive), does neither. Even you probably know "the default in all things is permissibility" (al-aṣl fī al-ashyāʾ al-ibāḥah, al-Suyūṭī, al-Ashbāh wa-l-Naẓāʾir) rule... My fatwa is grounded in actual scripture and Islamic text. You on the other hand constantly make a fool of yourself by never knowing even the basics of "your" religion. Instead of working with the angels and spreading love (which you could do with your platform), you constantly commit haram activities. You invoke Allah's name to condemn our people at Duel to hell. Constantly. You call Muslims kaffirs, which is a worse Islamic sin than anything we have ever done. You posted a video depicting a man putting up a flag of Islamic terrorism and deleted it shortly afterward. You have been insulting White Christians non stop, making fun of Christianity, and asserting that Islam will impose itself in every household forcibly. None of this is peace or love. None of this is what Allah wanted (and we worship the same God, just with different names). Educate yourself.

One of the biggest problems with women in the context of relationships is when they're factually correct about a minutiae of logistic decisions but spiritual misaligned in their emotions, tone, or communication. Nothing is worse than a "heavy" woman that just creates problems for you. Nobody wants a wife that's "right" all the time because even if they are right, they're fucking annoying about it and they're wrong about the big picture. And the way women tend to be "right" is often tinged in the same neurotic tidiness that they apply to little pittering and pithering at their made up daycare jobs or their plethora of house chores. A woman's concerns are like the pointless highlighter marks and plastic tabs in a schoolbook they pretend to take notes in for a degree nobody gives a fuck about. It's surface level orientation around a purpose they understand the textual definition of but have never truly felt in their hearts. A woman's ultimate goal is survival by any means necessary. The only risks they take are driven by lapses in logic when emotion and hormones overtake them. When they are calculating, it is always around an ultimate optimization algorithm that keeps them out of danger. This is the way they're supposed to be, it's the natural outcome of several hundred thousands years of evolution. But it doesn't progress anything. Progress comes from being light on your feet retarded. Progress is the discovery of combustion from bashing rocks together haphazardly. Progress is the unveiled nutrient source from eating shit too rotten because you were too hungry because you traveled too far on an asspull guess. Progress is inventing a new technology through sheer stubborn fuck-you out of spite, delusion, and incredible desperation. Progress is the rejection of every sensible determined known variable for some godforsaken ego driven madness that propels you into incomprehensible circumstances. Progress is dancing on your hands and knees before God with a 900% chance of getting obliterated except for the once-in-a-generation fluke where He grants you a superpower or introduces a new type of fruit because you were funny enough. Progress is a hole that man tried to fuck into the world out of boredom and later built all of civilization in. When men and women are sensible, sound, and serene, they do not make progress. They at best maintain. They feed off the great tit their ancestors cobbled together out of the morsels of progress that men brought back from the brink over several century increments, and if they are meticulous, they help keep it glued together. When men decide to take blind risks, they make progress. Many of them get swallowed into oblivion, falling back into the ranks of the maintainers and the eaters, scraping together salt residue, charcoal stains, and sulfur residue to make enough black powder to try again. And they only get a few tries to pull it off in their lifetime. Many more give up and resign, a few never having tried in the first place. For every dozen few retards who spun themselves into a frenzy over trivial nonsense, a handful made progress and built a little more of what makes society beautiful and terrifying. When women decide to take blind risks, they get raped by consensual sex in their one bedroom apartments and tweet about it on the toilet, one body higher, 1.5 pounds permanently heavier, and another evening older. This isn't to say most men are pioneers and innovators. But the only true pioneers and innovators are men. And those men are like horses than need to run free, and they're trying to escape a world of fences surrounding them through the unconscious works of idle posthole diggers and barbed wire unspoolers. The woman world is a hand closing around the throat of boyish mischief and rambunctious impulse, a kicking and shouting and pummeling and tumbling. This impulse beckons us into sprinting towards a goal we cannot describe or place into material parameters. It is simply a siren's wail of velocity and force, a great Further we must always reach even if it destroys us and everything around us. Perhaps there's utility in a woman's momentum curbing power, disarming all that strength and vitality just long enough to siphon it into the creation of new life. Turning killers and leaders and inventors and soldiers and salesmen into fathers to grow fat and soft with as you slowly shrivel what's left of your life entirely into your children. But it's now a world of far too much comfortable stagnation all for the sake of no more children and no more families. A mother's chiding for a motherless society is a world of HR nanny's and petulant nags chirping through every facet of advertising, governance, and memetics. Death by a thousand microballbusts delivered by grown children wearing spandex. There are times I sympathize with alpine divorces. I'm sure they're evil and deliberate or whatever, but I know exactly the feeling when you have something to conquer or embark and you're being weighed down and held back. Some fucking anchor dragging along and telling you "one quarter of the way is good enough" and telling you "just turn around and go back" as if that doesn't make it worse. All you want to do is move on faster, hearing her shouts get quieter and quieter and seeing an exhausted desperate collapse as a dot folding in half in the faintest edge of your periphery. The one million daily humiliations where every moment of delusional euphoric cinematic trance state gets interrupted by simpering squirming mundanity uttered out of the fish lipped gullet of some squalid shrew, this pile of fat and skin you put your cock in too many times and decided to give a portion of your life to. All you want to do is waste the last three years you've spent building this life together just so you can burn it all down to the fucking ground. She hasn't even done anything bad to you, she's been okay. She doesn't even deserve it and you don't know why you hate it so much but you fucking do and you feel fucking crazy every time there's always some stupid little thing that has to get navigated and maneuvered around because you've unknowingly dedicated a quarter of your daily RAM solely to this choreographed dance of presenting information and preparing yourself just to interact with someone who would have a mental breakdown if you went even 10% more honest and uninhibited. A few men understand what it's like to actually just say fuck it and destroy everything just for that peace and freedom. It's intoxicating and cursed. It's a curtain ripped away to reveal a wild free world where you kill or starve and shiver in the night, building up that incredible shell that just hardens you and inures you against solitude. It makes going back feel like the worst thing imaginable. Imagine that, every natural depiction of human companionship feeling like a window into hell itself. The cosmic half to the whole duality of existence, all woman for all man, the piece that fits, the other half and it's incompatible. Something so poisoned by the world we live in that your only options are to metaphorically cut your dick off for a bowl of soup. Cucked, gay, or your kids don't look like you. Pick one or die alone fuck you. The worst part is that women will never feel it or understand it. They're incapable of comprehending how much damage they're doling out. FTM's kill themselves rapidly and constantly just off of how men interact with other men, could you imagine also conveying the psychic damage women inflict? The most noble thing you can do as a man is abandon your girlfriend if she's neurotic, anxious, or has BPD. Pretty much any of those three are immediate cause for total rapid separation and absolutely zero contact. It is your job as a man and as a human being to block as much psychic damage from being inflicted upon you as possible. This means extreme intolerance for any degree of impingement or baggage women may have. It's not just minorities, it's women too. Anything that chips away at the soul and impedes your ability to operate smooth, fast, and thoughtlessly. Any stain on your daily existence accrues like barnacles, slowing down the ship, stranding you in the middle of the ocean, starving you to death and cooking you under the sun. The moment you reject instantly and aggressively, defocused from loneliness and only solely focused on your single great glorious purpose, that's when your options expand. Ruthless spurning, total abandonment, scornful fear-inducing rejection. You need to start creating consequences for women around you. You need them to be afraid you're going to leave them at any moment. You need them to feel existential dread at saying the wrong thing. I'll be honest there's a generation and a half of women that are gone. They're just completely gone and there's no salvaging them. They're going to figure out which poor bastards can hold onto their baggage and only some of them are going to be thoughtful enough to lie about being whores. You're either going to have to wait for a new batch coming through or try and find a few golden grails hiding in the alcoves built by good fathers or freak luck. There's no solution for everyone either, this is a "food for three people on a raft of twelve" kind of situation. A lot of you WILL either fail to reproduce or get saddled with used garbage and you as the reader need to internalize that the social contract is over. By all means, if you find a unicorn you should really lock that down and leave the rest of us to drown. Just roll two hand grenades into the room, close the door, and walk away.

Every retail bottle of Kikkoman sold in the US is brewed in Walworth, Wisconsin. Has been since 1973. It's the highest producing soy sauce plant in the world. Before it opened, the soybeans and wheat were grown in America, shipped to Japan, brewed for six months, shipped back across the Pacific in bulk and bottled in Oakland. Kikkoman looked at that and built the plant in the middle of the soybean belt instead. It's the same process as Noda, Japan, where the family has been doing it since the 1600s. Soybeans, wheat, salt, water, six months of fermentation.